ASH

A time would come, and then I have to burn; I have to burn you.

I will also burn with you. A part of me would die. It would die with you.

I will burn you, and I will have to make sure that I burn everything, I will make sure that you burn; I will even put more wood and oil time after time.

Just to be sure that you become ash.

I will have to burn; burn those eyes where I saw nothing but love,

I will have to burn those hands which taught me everything.

Those hands which held me every time, those hands which loved me always, Those hands which held me when I first walked, those hands were always there whenever I fell.

The softness and love I still feel, the love that I still live with. I have to burn those ears; those ears which listened to me patiently even when I made no sense.

You listened to me for years, and now I have to burn, you loved me before I was born, and now I have to burn you.

I have to burn your mind; that mind that made me strong and made me what I am today.

I have to burn your heart; the heart which was full and filled with love. The love that you always had for me, and it will always be there, but I have to burn the source.

I have to burn those feet, those feet which I touched, those feet that I always followed. Those feet who never said no to any journey or adventure, no matter how or where? But I have to burn.

I won’t hear your voice, I won’t hear you calling my name, I won’t be able to hug you anymore, but I will love you till my end.

I will burn you to ash and the reason is unknown. I have tried to find, but all in dismay.

Life surely becomes disappointing; a disappointing question.

A question unanswered. It is a philosophy which has no beginning and has no end.

You are my mother, and you will be my mother every time.